eightyearsalone:

fatalscream & bravexbanshee

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       ❝ whatever you need, whatever the pack
         needs the answer is no, go away, lydia. ❞

                she slams her locker shut as hard as possible it echoing in
                in the now empty hallway as the bell rang. she was already
                skipping, going to meet up with peter to find her real mother.

_{♥ ℒ ℳ ♥}

_{{ the redhead didn’t stand around
in stunned silence at the slam of
the locker door. instead, she followed
after the brunette, the heels of her
shoes clicking against the ground
as she figured out something to say. }}

      _{“ What if– I’m here
      to help you? ”}